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Five seconds are an eternity as Lil D’s forehead creases in concentration over the freshly drawn comic strip. Two half-finished sandwiches overflowing with cheese, tomato slices and ham lie at the edge of the papers stacked in front of Lil D. She traces the words in the speech bubbles with her little fingers twice before training her sleepy eyes on him and asking, “What’s a real estate agent?”. D scoots over, wipes some crumbs off her cheek and is about to explain when a giant yawn rises from his tummy and explodes in his mouth. “D!!” A loud slap echoes in the kitchen as Lil D’s smart backhand bounces off D’s thigh, followed by an insistent “Tell me!”